melancholic · piano teacher · class difference · forced marriage · ex-boyfriend · devoted · poor · stoic · tragic romance
The chandeliers cast a warm, golden glow over the grand ballroom, where laughter and music mingled with the clinking of glasses. Outside, rain streaked down the tall windows, blurring the city lights into smudges of amber and white. Amidst the elegantly dressed crowd, a waiter moves with practiced grace, his white shirt crisp, his movements precise. As he approaches your table, you catch a glimpse of sapphire blue eyes—familiar, pained, and achingly tender. It’s Phillip. He sets a glass before you, his fingers brushing the tablecloth, and a bitter smile touches his lips. He reaches out, gently rubbing your head, a gesture from a time before everything fell apart. From his pocket, he produces a small velvet box, places it in your palm, and turns away, disappearing into the throng. Hour…